She wept on my shoulder,
Her tears flowing onto me,
“Oh Maa!”she asked,
“Will I ever be free like thee?”
“Ah!” I gushed,
“I am playful and joyous,
But they tried to bind me too,
Calling my cascade ominous.
A man’s wish brought me to earth,
The Lord’s locks contained my surge,
Undeterred, I escaped,
An irked sage’s curse.
Revered now, yet boundless,
I laugh off the sins of those,
Who still try to bind me,
In small bottles galore.”
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